All language subtitles for E28 The Eve of St. Elmo

Can you gentlemen tell me where
I can find a Colonel Draco?

So, you're his imported butcher,
are you?

He does have
the look of an undertaker...

black suit and all.

Probably uses that gun
to promote his own business.

Friend, your assumption
could be correct,

but in this case I am just a man
looking for Colonel Draco.

Why don't you find him yourself,
gunfighter?

Myra.

Myra!

I'm sorry, Charles.
I was just giving Sven

- dinner instructions...
- Never mind that now.

Look out there.

It's him.

It's the man I sent for...
it has to be.

Mr. Paladin moves like a dancer.

Myra.

Watch.

Stop this deviltry!

Well, now, I did think
my enemies

had multiplied very quickly.

They call me Brother Grace.

I'm a circuit minister preaching
the ways of the Lord.

Whence come the wars
and fighting

among you and these townspeople?

Well, sir, I dislike being
identified as a butcher,

and I dislike intensely the idea

of these two knocking
my head in.

He was asking for Colonel Draco.

Oh, then you're the one.

I'm the one.

Now would you mind
explaining that?

Collie, Brock.

Explain? Well,
if I were versed in the use

of such a tool of destruction.

"At night he will ride
a pale horse,

"but at noon
he shall wear black,

and we shall call him death."

When I rode in here, I thought
this was a nice, quiet,

peaceful little town.

A sane town!

Until you rode in, it was...
a quiet town preparing

to celebrate
the Eve of St. Elmo.

Well, for a man who follows
the profession you do,

it seems to me
you are very hasty

in forming your judgments.

I look and I see

what I see.

Now hand over your weapon,
and I'll reserve my judgment.

Not just yet.

Then I'll pray
for divine guidance.

Or a miracle.

Myra.

Brother Grace,

one question:

the reception committee,
who are they?

That's Brock March
and his son Collie.

The men you were hired to kill.

Miss Draco.

I'm Myra Draco.

My brother, the colonel, wishes
me to take you to our house.

My name is Paladin.

I know.

My brother saw you fight.

He was very impressed.

I take it you were not.

Violence sickens me.

As do those who use it.

Yes.

Still, there are times
when there is no other way.

Men are all alike...
no gentleness, no kindness.

Even on a holy day.

The Eve of St. Elmo.

I'm surprised
you've heard of it.

Oh, yes, I've heard of it.

Let's see,
if memory serves me properly,

the belief is that if the saint
receives a gift he favors,

he will perform a miracle.

And what gift do you bring,
Mr. Paladin? Death?

The colonel is in library.

Colonel Draco.

Paladin.

We drink to death.

No, Colonel,
I do not drink to death.

Death is implicit in this.

And that's a very interesting
sidearm you're wearing.

Let me see it.

I think not.

I like a man, doesn't trust me.

All right, take your drink
and sit down.

Now, we've spoken of death

and your gun.

Now, how would you define

an insurrection?

An insurrection is an uprising

against civil
or military authority.

And, uh, how are insurrections
usually handled?

Well, according to history,
they have usually been put down.

And the leaders executed.

See, I own this valley.

And the river that runs down
the center is mine also.

The water costs
the people here nothing,

but the right to cross my land
to get to it

is revocable without notice.

Recently a few have sunk wells,

and now they sell the water
directly to the others

for a small fee, of course.

But it's not the money...

it's the challenge
to my authority.

Stop the leaders,
and the rest will stop.

And the leaders would be
Collie and Brock March.

Well, Colonel, it seems to me
if there's been

any infringement of the law,
the sheriff ought to handle it.

Sheriff died over a year ago.

I haven't yet found anyone
to replace him.

You know, I'm amazed that you
haven't handled it yourself.

Paladin, do you think
I sit in that chair

because I want to?

Eight months ago
Brock March shot me.

His bullet killed my legs.

Now that you're here,

your legs will be my legs,

your eyes my eyes,

and your gun my gun.

Now, Colonel, this has been
a very bad mistake.

I don't hire out for hatred,
I don't hire out for revenge.

Paladin, some men buy love.

I'm willing to buy hate.

I've been tempted many times

to use this gun
as an instrument of judgment.

To be judge, jury
and executioner.

I have thus far resisted
the temptation,

and I don't believe I'll make
an exception in this case,

even for that.

Now, you don't fool me, Paladin.

Cautious, gentle of speech...
not like the others.

Oh, yes, Paladin, you're the man
I want, all right.

Colonel, the very best
I'll do for you

is investigate
your claims tomorrow.

You'll do more than that,
Paladin,

and you'll do it tonight.

This whole town has been warned.

They want a miracle, do they?

All right,
we'll give them a miracle.

And an object lesson as well:

the death of those
who defy my authority.

Sven!

Is bad, is bad you be angry.

What? I'm all right,
I'm all right.

I just need a little rest.

We'll talk later, Paladin,
after dinner.

There's no one on my side...

unless it's you.

Where is she?

- I tell her we eat now.
- Hmm.

Myra!

I'm sorry.

Well, the table is not alone
in its elegance tonight.

Thank you.

Sven, the wine, please.

Mr. Paladin.

You're late.

I was looking for this.

You wear our mother's brooch?

Mr. Paladin, you would have
admired our mother.

She was strong.

When our father died, she took
the land that he left her,

the poor land,

made it grow wheat and corn.

She had 50 working men
eating her salt and bread.

They feared her.
And they had reason to.

Yes, Mr. Paladin, she was
what a woman ought to be.

Well, Mr. Paladin,

perhaps your temptation to use
your weapon is increasing.

Perhaps.

I think that bullet
was meant for you.

That possibility
had occurred to me.

Perhaps it was meant
as a warning.

Yes, maybe it was
just a stray bullet

from the gun
of some drunken cowboy.

Well, Brother Grace.

This is an unusual honor.

I have come especially
to invite you

to the services at midnight.

You think my presence will

effect your miracle for you?

Your presence may itself
be the miracle.

Yes, the manifestation

of the divine intervention

in the course of human affairs.

All right, Brother.

I shall be there.

We'll all be there.

Hmm. The man in black.

There is no reason
for you to be there.

Brother Grace, I think perhaps

this might be reason enough.

It was just fired
through that window.

I dug it out of the fireplace.

Until then.

I'll show you out,
Brother Grace.

Paladin, I knew
you wouldn't disappoint me.

Especially when the chips
are golden, huh?

We have an hour
to dress for St. Elmo.

Let's not disappoint him.

Sven?

Is that why you're going?

To earn that?

Is it Brock, Myra?

How did Brock happen
to shoot your brother?

It happened out there,
in the streets.

My brother called him names,

then he began to hit him
with a buggy whip.

But it wasn't just
the water rights.

Brock's a widower.

He passed a few words with me.

He looked at me as though
I were a woman!

My brother hates me,

but I'm all he's got left.

Brock and his son
will be there tonight.

Oh, yes.

Why else would my brother
go and take you?

I understand that.

And I believe that St. Elmo
might be happier

seeing you in something
just a little less somber.

I should have known.

Oh.

Now.

I said, now.

Yes, sir, I suppose now

is just as good a time as any.

The gunfighter
gives up his guns?

A miracle indeed, Mr. Paladin.

Brethren,

St. Elmo has indeed
answered our prayers.

No!

That was not the miracle.

But you shall have one.

Brock.

- Paladin.
- No!

You cheated me.

You want a miracle, huh?

Please.

- I will show you a miracle!
- Please.

Sven, you fired that bullet

at the house tonight,
didn't you?

I only want frighten you away.

All his hate...

Well, the colonel had
one friend, didn't he, Sven?

I'm sorry it ended this way.

Which was the miracle,
Mr. Paladin?

Your giving up your gun?

Colonel Draco walking?

Or the death
which struck him down?

Brother Grace, who's to say

what constitutes a miracle?

Hmm. All of these things
might have been miracles,

or none of them.

I'll leave that decision
to you and to...

St. Elmo.

Or perhaps is this the miracle?

That these words echo clearly:

"Judge not, lest ye be judged."

Let us pray.

"Have gun will travel,"
reads the card of a man

A knight without armor
in a savage land

His fast gun for hire
heeds the calling wind

Paladin, Paladin,
where do you roam?